Hinata was deep in practice when his clothing designer, a male whose talent he admired and whose presence he found captivating, entered the room. His heart skipped a beat, but he managed to maintain his composure, hiding the crush he harbored.

"Hello,"

he greeted, his cheeks flushing slightly with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Hinata was grateful for the distraction, as it momentarily took his mind off his secret feelings. He admired the way his designer worked, effortlessly combining style and functionality in the outfits he created. Despite his reserved nature, Hinata couldn't help but feel a flutter of hope that maybe, just maybe, his feelings were reciprocated.